The experience of different epochs created a painting that does not resort to the image, and thus especially increases the value of the basic elements: forms and colors.
An alternative way of describing our experiences, a new kind of art, a visual language of colors, shapes and forms, a way of letting your emotions out in a different manner.
From the early beginning, since the end of the 19th century, abstractionism was blamed and the painters had to prove the fact that without a centered object, shapes and colors could be considered art. It was believed that they humiliated art.
Impressionists, Cubists, Expressionists and post-impressionists, they were all judged. All these “currents” – as these revelations are usually called – seem “anarchistic” for the press, the public and the artists themselves (Bolshevism did not yet exist), since they threatened to destroy the “eternal” principle of painting. It was considered correct to say that they lead into a dead end.
But I have the temptation to turn the question to the other side, and ask if only an object centered painting means real art.
Because abstractionism changed my life. I find myself in colors and shapes. My emotions take the form of a triangle, my love is painted in red, and my beliefs are lines coming together on a piece of paper.
The ones that blamed abstractionism, though the nature of art should remain always unchanged.
Some “abstract” artists were blamed for their interest in geometry. Geometry. Why is painting, in which “geometric” forms can be recognized, called “geometric”, while painting, in which plant forms are recognized, is not called “botanical”? Or is it really possible to call a painting “musical” if it shows a guitar or a violin on it?
As far as I am concerned, the vertical, coupled with the horizontal, produces an almost dramatic sound. The contact between the acute angle of the triangle and the circle creates no less effect than the finger of God, touching Adam by Michelangelo.
Some of the modern trends in “abstract” painting – in the best sense of the word – are provided with an artistic life: they have the thrill of life, its radiance, and they influence the inner life of man through sight. In a purely picturesque manner. In a certain unique way, abstract art represents feelings intertwine with colors full of life. Emanate light and emotions. And there is no other better way to transpose everything I feel.
I found my inspiration coming out from Vasili Kandinski`s “Yellow, Red, Blue”, from Kazimir Malevici`s “Supermus nr. 58”. I felt relieved while admiring August Macke`s “Storm”, and I fell in love with the colors of Paul Klee`s “Oriental pleasure garden”. I found stillness in Theo van Doesburg`s “Rhythm of a Russian dance”, and movement in Piet Mondrian`s “Composition with red, yellow and blue”. I found anger in Jackson Pollock`s “Number 8” and I saw lovers dancing in Robert Delaunay`s “Sun, tower, airplane”. I found silence in Picasso`s figures, and I heard the screams in Franz Kline`s “Painting no. 7”.
From this amazing artists, and much more, I have learnt that the best way to express myself is through a different form of art. Because of them, I have learnt to speak through lines, figures and shapes in their purest form. I have learnt to lay down on a piece of paper my deepest secrets, my thoughts and my fears. I have learnt to let my sensitivity to work with my imagination, my reason to intertwine with my heart.
And then she came into my life. And she became my muse. She was beautiful, she was intriguing, she was bold and courageous. She wore her darkness like a little black dress. She was proud of herself, but never stopped trying to become a better person. She fought her demons every night she fell asleep, and continued that fight in the very next morning. She was young and she made mistakes. But she knew to find a way to accept them, she knew to find a way to learn from them. She had flaws, but they made her even more beautiful in my eyes. She was confident and brave. And she had no time for things with no soul. She was inspiring, and she became my shelter, my home and my heaven. I found safety in her arms, she gave me strength and confidence. I felt young and reckless beside her. I became a different man, a better man, because of her and for her.
You will find her in every color and every shape of my works. You will find her beauty in every shade of grey, and her flaws in every curve. You will find her strength in every shade of red, and her courage in every sharp line. She became, she is, and she always will be my inspiration, so fall in love with her trough my art!
